Opening my eyes, I stretch my arms above my head, like the contented cat who has just woken up from a sound sleep.
And then I remember.
Edge is here!
I throw the bedding aside and realize I’m buck-naked and I smell of sex.
The door opens slowly, and I throw myself back under the sheets.
Edge's head peers around the door. "Babe, good to see you've got those big browns open. I was just coming to get you up if you weren't awake, we've got some birthday celebrating to do, and everybody is dressed and waiting to hit the town." I scooch over to make enough room for him to sit on the bed.
Wow! I’ve not seen Edge dressed so formally before. I love he has dressed up for me in a black suit with a crisp white shirt open at the collar underneath. I love even more that he came to celebrate our birthdays together.
"You look really handsome," I compliment him. He looks so good in a suit. "Is this the first time you've worn one?"
“Nope. Wore one when I came to rescue you in Alaska, all part of the entrance fee. Not that you would remember, you were drugged and hurt.” He looks down at his hands. These memories pain him. I change the subject.
“What time is it?” I can’t have been asleep for that long?
“After five,” he says with a sexy smile. Oh, my God. I've slept most of the afternoon away. "I think I tired you out." He laughs, and it's good to hear him laugh. "I've been catching up with everybody and having a beer. You needed your sleep, even though it was biting into our time together, your health is more important, but if you’re up for it, we can make up for lost time later tonight when we get home.”
I pick up his left hand and bring it to my lips. "Thank you for earlier. You do things to me, Edge, and I'm not afraid to admit that I want a whole lot more of us in bed together." I have no inhibitions around him, they all fall away.
“Anything you want, we can do, but I won’t share you, Whisper, you’re all mine,” he growls.
"I won't share you either; you're all mine. I find I want to try everything with you, and only you."
"If you keep talking like that, we won't make it out the door tonight." He brings my hand down to his suit pants where they are tenting, as proof of how much he wants me.
"What time are we going out?" I ask, more to know if we have time to play for a little bit, even though Edge looks too lovely to wrinkle his clothes. I crave this man.
"Six-thirty for seven dinner reservation," he says, removing my hand from his suit pants. "Sorry, babe, you can fondle my hard-on later tonight, I'll go wait downstairs for you, or I won't get rid of my hard-on, and we'll definitely miss our reservation, and that's something I don't want to do. We both deserve a night out together with friends."
A thought hits me. “I don’t have anything to wear?”
“Phoenix has got that all covered. I think we have to forgo the bath and get you in the shower ASAP.”
“Okay, I’ll get up, but you’ll have to move so I can get out of the bed.”
He stares at my naked breasts I may have deliberately exposed. “I think we’ve got a few minutes to spare.” And then he’s pushing me back down and covering my body with his, careful to not put his weight on me. “I need a taste of your mouth before I go downstairs.”
“My breath might be stinky.”
"I can handle stinky breath." He kisses me, and then he's massaging my left breast. All I want to do is arch my back and roll about between the sheets with this sexy man.
There's a loud, deliberate pounding on the door.
“Oy! Get off her, heard enough of that this afternoon and let her get ready for tonight. I’m starving!” Tucker hollers from the other side of the door.
“Fuck’s sake,” Edge mumbles, but I see the humor in his eyes. “Babe, need a hand with the shower?”
“No, I’m good.”
"Great… because I've now got to go teach somebody some manners." He kisses me again, and I can't help the little whimper I let out when he releases my breast and reluctantly pulls away. "Trust me; I'll make it worth it that I have to leave you all greedy and wet because I know under those sheets you're soaking." When he talks dirty, my body reacts.
“Edge…”
"Fuck it!" he whispers, sliding the sheets all the way down. "Spread those gorgeous legs." I bring my knees up and spread them wide. "Shit… I need a condom, your scent alone is gonna make me mess my suit pants, and it's the only suit I brought with me, and I ain't going out to dinner wearing my jeans."
We both hear a noise that sounds like something gets kicked under the door. Edge throws the sheet back over me at the same time my legs fall flat.
He turns around and shakes his head laughing. "Tucker is good for something." He goes over to the door and picks something up off the carpet. "You can leave now!" He shouts at the door, and I hear laughing from the other side. "Don't push your luck."
Edge comes back with a condom pack in his hand and tears it open with his teeth. "I can't deny you when you're looking at me with those big browns, and you're hair all messed up, smelling of arousal." He unbuckles his suit pants and lets his cock spring free. I lick my lips and Edge hisses. “You can’t do that to me now. This is just a raincoat to keep my suit clean.”
He tugs the sheet back down, and I lift my legs up and out. He settles between my thighs.
"Babe, lie back and let me have my entrée, and I'll bring you to orgasm because I won't be able to do this without coming in my pants like a horny teenager."
My head hits the bed, my hands clawing at his hair on the first swipe of his tongue. When he swirls my clit around his tongue, I just about pass out.
I love my filthy talking man.
Happy birthday to me.
***
I’m showered and holding the wig. I want to do something different with it when two soft knocks tap out on my closed bedroom door.
“Whisper, it’s me, can I come in?”
I hurry to the door and open it. “Come in, Phoenix, I need help.”
Phoenix looks stunning in sky-high black stilettos and a long figure hugging red dress with a thigh-high slit up the side, which follows her curves like a back road. Her dream catcher tattoo on her arm looks fantastic. Her dreadlocks are piled up on her head like a bun, and her makeup is all smoky and sexy.
She’s holding two zip-up clothes bags on hangers—one in each hand—looking very pleased with herself.
Phoenix had told me this morning that I had to wait for my birthday gifts or it would ruin the surprise. I now understand that Edge was the surprise.
She walks in and shuts the door, hooking the hangers over the back of the door frame and unzips both bags. There’s a beautiful cocktail dress in each bag. “Happy birthday, chickie, I hope you like them.” Then she places a pair of shoes from inside each bag on the floor under each dress.
“Oh… they are beautiful,” I blurt out in surprise. Thank you so much.” I give Phoenix a hug and kiss on the cheek.
A navy blue halter-neck dress in a style that would accommodate my burgeoning baby-belly is in the first bag. The second bag holds a gorgeous black dress. I was drawn to it with its straight neckline that would expose most of my shoulders, and the skirt of the dress started below the breasts with rhinestones sewn into it. Then there was another layer, a sheer billowing bell-like piece that showed the mid-thigh fabric underneath but allowed for my baby bump. I knew instantly it would look very sexy when on and my long legs would look even better in the black and white stiletto shoes that had white strips all the way up them. I took it off the hangar and turned it around. The back had a piece cut out.
I throw my arms around her. "Thank you so much. This is too much."
"Well, they're both yours. Every woman needs sexy evening dresses. Now, hurry up and drop that robe so we can get you dressed and sort this wig out, even though your own hair looks so pretty with the new cut and highlights, but we need you to wear the wig. Doesn't mean I can't try something fancy with it. You get dressed, I'll work on the wig and then we can get your makeup done and we need to do all this in half an hour. You're going to be able to knock Edge over with a feather when he takes a look at you."
And then I’m Your Man by Wham starts belting out from downstairs.
Phoenix rolls her eyes, and I can't help giggling because I know Tucker is being the DJ.